Friends Close, Enemies Closer
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Chapter Twelve: Heat of the Night
"Draco, aren't you going to the ball?" Pansy's voice filtered into the room as she passed by. She stopped at the foot of the couch and looked down at him questioningly.
"I don't know," he answered in a gruff voice.
"But Draco! You have to go!" Pansy pleaded.
"Why's that?" Draco asked irritably.
"Because you have to dance with me!" Pansy said in a whiny voice.
"Oh yeah? Well now I'm definitely not going," Draco sneered giving Pansy a glare. Pansy sniffed and walked away leaving Draco alone.
"I don't need to go to some stupid ball," Draco said to himself.
'And why not?' his mind questioned.
'She'll be there,' he answered.
'All the more of a reason to go,' his mind said.
'Have you gone crazy? I don't want to be with her. That's a reason to not go,' Draco yelled at his mind.
'Denial. What a sad state to be in,' his mind said softly. Draco could almost see it shaking its head. Well, if it had one anyways.
'I'm not in denial,' Draco growled.
'Um, let's go over this shall we?' his mind suggested to silence.
'Right. So this girl comes to school who is the epitome of everything you ever wanted in a girl except she is isn't particularly attractive. Then she turns out to be Ginny Weasley who is by the way hot and you feel insulted, betrayed or whatever because you were tricked. Now you are sulking because you are alone and unhappy because you still like her, a lot, but you are too much of an idiot to see it therefore you are in denial,' his mind concluded triumphantly.
"Shut-up," Draco hissed aloud.
'See! See! I've hit a nerve! Denial! Denial!' his mind yelled in a singsong voice.
"I said shut-up! This isn't a freakin' musical!" Draco growled.
'Look, all I am saying is that maybe you are being too hard on her and yourself. Blaise explained why she had to do it in the first place and to me it sounds logical. I mean if a big, ugly, all-powerful wizard was hunting me, I'd up and run too,' his mind said.
'I would not run,' Draco said sullenly.
'No, I said I would run,' his mind restated.
'You are me,' Draco reminded him.
'Oh yeah. Well then, you would definitely run,' his mind decided.
'Would not.'
"Would too.'
'You know what?'
'What?'
'Shut-up."
'Only if you go to the ball and talk to Ginny,' his mind proposed.
'Fine. Maybe you are right. Maybe I have been too hard on her. It's just frustrating. She won't get out of my head. I see her everywhere. Smell her, hear her, she haunts my dreams,' Draco confessed.
'That's because you love her,' his mind explained.
"Love?" Draco whispered aloud, "No, not love. She definitely gets to me though,"
Draco got off of the couch and pulled out his wand. Whispering a few words he transformed into his costume. As he left the Slytherin tower and headed towards the Great Hall, he could have sworn he heard someone whisper a word. Denial.
The entrance to the Great Hall appeared before their eyes as the excited chatter of fellow students reached their ears. Ginny squeezed Tristan's hand excitedly her heart fluttering in anticipation. She flashed him a brilliant smile as her eyes twinkled merrily. Tristan grinned in response his bright blue eyes crinkling with the depth of his smile. Ginny turned her gaze back to the door. That's when she noticed the actual doors had been replaced with thick sheets of ice trimmed in frosted snow. They gasped in delight as the doors opened automatically so they could pass through. Hermoine however, stopped and started trying to figure out what spell had been used to create such a trick.
"Hermoine," Ron said exasperated when he noticed that his date was MIA. He ran back and grabbed her by the arm dragging her into the hall despite her protests. They ran head on into the rest of the group who had stopped to stare in awe at the decorations the Great Hall displayed.
The walls around the perimeter of the room were glazed in thick ice also frosted with snow like the door. On the floor a soft layer of snow covered the ground surrounding the white with veined gold marble dance floor. The ceiling was bewitched to have glittering snow falling from a clear starry night sky. It fell upon the hall and melted when it neared someone. Lights of various colors wrapped around the room causing light to dance along the ice in various glittering patterns. A roaring bonfire with white fur seats around it was on the left side of the hall and the band blasting music was on the right. Chestnuts were roasting on the open fire as well as s'mores and cups of hot cider.
"Dean, let's go!" Blaise said enthusiastically tugging her partner onto the floor. Dean quickly complied and soon they were grinding away to the blasting music. Harry, his date, Ron and Hermoine followed them laughing happily. Ginny lifted her head and scanned the room for a certain platinum blond head but he was not in sight.
"Shall we?" Tristan's voice broke through her concentration. Ginny looked up at him and smiled.
"We shall," she agreed. Tristan held out his hand and Ginny gingerly placed hers in it. Tristan brought her hand to his lips and pressed a feathery kiss to the back.
"Milady," he said with a sweeping bow before leading her off toward the dance floor. Ginny giggled at his chivalry. She placed her hand on Tristan's left shoulder and clasped her left hand in his right. His whisked her off and soon they were dancing in a sea of colors. They spun, dipped and pranced about. Ginny danced with Dean, Harry and even Ron. That wasn't pleasant however since alls he did was step on her feet and his jester's hat kept poking her in the eye.
Needless to say she was very happy when Hermoine reclaimed her man and she was dancing with Tristan once again. Tristan. What a great friend. He was so much fun Ginny almost forgot about him. Almost. When Ginny shook her head to clear her thoughts Tristan gave her a concerned look. Ginny smiled to let him know that she was ok then challenged him to do a salsa dance with her.
Ginny loved salsa. The dance was like fire and the moves were so spicy. It was such a close intimate dance, but Ginny liked it because it was a challenge. Her partner, Tristan, surprised her with his skill and vigor for the dance. He would spin her out and pull her back into his strong arms the momentum making her hair fling out wildly. Then he would gently caress her body as they grinded slowly together.
Ginny could feel the heat generating between them as they danced. Tristan's breath was hot on her neck and she herself was nearly breathless. They twirled exotically and dipped erotically. Ginny could feel what this was doing to Tristan every time he drew her close. She could see the desire pooling in his eyes darkening them and it excited her. She felt like she had power. Felt like for once she had control.
As the beat ended and the rhythm slowed Tristan dipped Ginny into a low bow, her lower body pressed intimately against his. Tristan's head was bowed over her breasts, which were heaving from lack of air. He looked up at her. Ginny's eyes were half closed in pleasure and her soft pink lips were open as she gasped in breaths. She licked her lips, which were parched from the heat of the dance. That sent him over the edge.
Tristan pulled Ginny up into standing position making her breasts push against his chest and he covered her lips with his own. Ginny's eyes flew wide open as Tristan kissed her his tongue assaulting hers. Ginny placed her hands on his shoulders, not to draw him closer, but to shove him away. Ginny pulled her head back and broke contact as she pushed herself out of his arms.
"Tristan, what are you doing?" Ginny hissed in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I didn't mean to offend you," Tristan apologized.
"It's just that, gods, do you know how beautiful you are? What you do to a man?" he asked his blue eyes burning into hers.
"What?" Ginny asked in shock.
"Ginny, you are one of the most beautiful girls in school. You're smart, funny and one hell of a quidditch player. I kinda like you," Tristan admitted somewhat shyly.
"Oh Tristan. I'm so sorry. I never knew you felt that way," Ginny said her eyes growing downcast.
"I wish I could return your feelings, really I do, but, I can't," Ginny said her eyes showing her sincerity. Tristan looked down briefly and nodded his head.
"I understand. I guess I kinda knew the reason all a long and was hoping that there was still a chance for me," he admitted looking back up at her.
"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked confused.
"Him," Tristan said.
"Who?" Ginny said in bewilderment.
"Him," Tristan repeated this time pointing over her shoulders. Ginny turned around and soft platinum blond hair caught her attention.
"No Tristan, you are mistaken. I don't have any feelings for, him," Ginny said through clenched teeth.
"It's ok, Ginny. Go to him. He's only here for you," Tristan said with a sad smile before walking away and disappearing through the sea of dancers.
Ginny turned her attention back to Draco who was staring at her openly. He looked like a king. He was dressed in tight black pants and a loose white shirt that was tied with silver string and hung open revealing the peak of a firm chest. A thick leather form of chain mail was placed over top the shirt with the emblem of the Slytherin house embroidered in silver and green on the front. A rich green cloak adorned his body outlined in silver and black dragon hide gloves were on his hands and boots on his feet.
His hair was loose and tousled upon his head and two diamond studs glittered in his ears. A silver sword was resting in a hilt tied around his waist and a long silver chain bearing the Malfoy emblem was around his neck. Ginny's eyes flew to his. They were opened in what seemed to be shock, his mouth forming a small "o." Draco seemed to catch himself and shook his head before taking on a stormy appearance and turning abruptly on his heels stalking out of the Great Hall. Ginny's green eyes shot open and she took off after him. He was not getting away this time.
Draco walked somewhat apprehensively towards the Great Hall. He felt rather uncomfortable in a stupid costume and wished he was going anywhere but a stupid dance. His mind however would be relentless in its torture if Draco backed out now so he continued on. The decorations didn't even faze him as he walked in the Great Hall. The floor was covered with a myriad of dancers. It was impossible to tell who anyone was.
Well almost everyone. Draco sneered as a girl in a pink princess dress flounced by her dark hair bouncing behind her, her fat sticking out the sides of the dress. Pansy could be found in the dark, she's what created it. One couple that danced passed him caught his eye then. He recognized the male to be Tristan, but had yet to determine who the female was.
"Gryffindor with just a pretty face eh, Tristan?" Draco said to himself with a laugh. From what he could see, it was a Gryffindor with more than just a pretty face. She wore a green medieval style gown the hugged her every curve. It was embroidered in gold and silver with an empire waist. Thick petticoats made it twirl and swish with her every movement. The front of the dress was square cut and dove low revealing her full and supple breasts. A silver choker was gracing her pale smooth neck with an emerald nestled inside. Her vibrant red hair was flowing softly down her back like a waterfall of rich curls.
"Wait a minute. There's only one family with hair that color," Draco said to himself.
"Ginny," he whispered in awe. She was beautiful. Her green eyes were shining brightly and her lush pink lips were curved in a smile showing off her brilliant white teeth.
"What the hell is she doing with Tristan?" he asked the question hanging in the air.
"What's more, what the hell is she doing dancing like that with Tristan?" Draco growled feeling something akin to jealously spread inside.
Then something happened. Tristan dipped Ginny gently in a low bow before pulling her up against him. He paused a moment before claiming her lips with his own. Draco felt his eyes widened in shock. He blinked a couple of times not believing what he had just seen and when he looked back, Ginny was staring into Tristan's eyes. Draco felt his blood begin to boil She had betrayed him again! She was looking at him now with her bright green orbs. Draco couldn't read the emotion in them and he didn't want to. Fists clenched Draco turned on his heels and stormed out.
"Draco, wait!" Ginny yelled as she picked up her dress and followed after him. She winced as she ran in her heels. They hurt. She could see his solid forming walking briskly in front of her and she put on a burst of speed to catch up with him. He was ignoring her calls, but Ginny paid no heed and kept shouting at him. When she caught of with him she grabbed his arm and pulled on it bringing him to a halt. Draco wrenched his arm out of her grasp and whipped his body around. His silver eyes had darkened to a stormy gray and a sneer was upon his face.
"Get off of me, weasel," he growled.
"Draco, it's not what you think," Ginny pleaded.
"Not what I think? I saw you sucking face with Tristan!" Draco hissed.
"I was not sucking face with Tristan! He surprised me that's all. I didn't even enjoy it!" Ginny protested.
"That's not what it looked like from my angle," Draco drawled.
"Well then your angle sucks," Ginny said with a snort.
"Get away from me, Weasley. I'm done with you," Draco said before starting to turn around.
"Well I'm not done with you," Ginny declared. She reached out and grabbed Draco by the lapels of his robe and pulled him back towards her hard. Ginny stood up on her toes and kissed him. She pressed her lips upon his softly enjoying their fullness as she placed one arm against his solid chest. Draco didn't respond and Ginny felt her heart begin to sink to her stomach when all of a sudden his was kissing her back fiercely.
Draco snaked a hand behind her neck and dove his fingers into her thick red curls as he inhaled her scent. The delicate scent of strawberries and vanilla. Ginny sighed opening her mouth allowing Draco entrance. She felt a tremor run through her as his tongue invaded her mouth and she was given the immediate taste of mint. Ginny reached up her hands and put in on the back on Draco's neck her fingers connecting with silky silver strands as Draco wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her in. Her skin felt on fire where his hands were touching her and his lips were full and soft against her own. She sighed into his mouth, content with her position as he caressed her face when he cupped it with his hands. It was bliss; something she never knew she could feel was heating up in her. Draco nipped her lips and sucked on the bottom one before pulling away. Ginny felt in a daze, opening her bright green eyes lazily peering at Draco. He had the same intense look in his eyes as he did moments ago and his lips curled back into the familiar smirk.
"As I said, Weasley, I'm done with you. You only would have been a good shag," Draco said icily before roughly pushing her away and walking out of her sight. Ginny's mouth fell open in shock as she watched him walk away. Nothing. It had meant nothing to him. How could something that felt so right, that felt so freakin amazing to her feel like nothing to him? Ginny felt something inside of her break and she sank to the floor in defeat.
Silently small-crystallized tears gathered in her eyes and slowly drifted down her face, dropping off her cheeks and landing forgotten on the stone ground. More tears collected in her eyes and she cried openly now sobs wracking through her body. Ginny gathered herself in her arms as the silvery rivers trailed down her face and curved onto her lips. She could taste the saltiness and didn't move to wipe them away. Why did he always leave her so weak?
"Hey Dean, mind if I cut in?" Tristan asked the other boy when he appeared beside him.
"No by all means," Dean said handing over his date.
"Hey Tristan," Blaise said with a smile.
"Hello Blaise. I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look tonight," Tristan said with a smile.
"Oh the flattery," Blaise said waving away his praise with a laugh.
"Where's Ginny?" she asked suddenly.
"I think she left with Malfoy," Tristan said. Blaise studied him for a moment.
"Oh Tristan, I'm sorry. I should have realized that you liked her. I could have told you that her heart was somewhere else," Blaise said apologetically.
"No it's ok. I kinda already knew myself. I was just ignoring it. Besides, it's not as bad as I thought. I guess I didn't really like her all that much after all. She was just a really good friend," Tristan said with a smile.
A heavy wind stormed through the hall, chilling the students causing most of them to freeze in the middle of their dances. It was always warm in the hall, never cold and definitely never windy even with the snowy decorations. Dumbledore and some of the professors were standing up now looking curiously at the entrance to the great hall. That's when it happened. Death Eaters, clothed in black robes and masks stormed into the great hall, wands brandished and firing curses left and right.
The students panicked, screams erupting in the air as they ran around, trying to escape the intruders. Dumbledore seemed shocked by the fact that the dark wizards found a way into Hogwarts; it was unimaginable. Minerva McGonagall pulled the aging wizard down behind the refreshments table, grasping the back of his black robes, barely saving him from a curse sent their way from one of the death eaters. That knocked him out of his stupor. Rage as fierce as the winds in a white squall wracked through the headmaster of the school, his eyes lit with blue fire. He pulled out his wand and charged.
Tristan and Blaise broke apart as soon as the screams erupted and they stared in shock along with Harry, Hermoine and Ron. A Death Eater appeared near them and targeted Blaise. Shouting the killing curse some could only watch as the bright flash of green light sped towards the Slytherin beauty.
"Watch out!" Tristan yelled as he jumped towards Blaise knocking her down to the floor. He landed on top of her and covered her head with his arms. When the curse had passed over them he lifted himself off of her and stared into her eyes which were full of fear.
"It's ok Blaise. I'm here for you. I won't let anything happen to you," Tristan said softly as he stroked her silky black hair. Blaise nodded her head and her face softened. Tristan got up and helped Blaise off the ground before both of them began fighting.
Harry had targeted his first attack at a large crystal chandelier that seemed to be floating in the air. His spell caused it to lose its weightlessness as it careened towards the floor, smashing into two Death Eaters, knocking them out cold and quite possibly for good. Hermoine's robes were billowing out in tune to her wrath and her sharp eyes scanned the hall for her victim targeting a Death Eater about to kill a first year. Shouting a few quick words, Hermoine's spell lifted up the Death Eater into the air and propelled him into the opposite wall. Ron fought fiercely alongside them and all the Professors and students who were all trying desperately to save their home. Bodies littered the floor, some Death Eaters, some students, some knocked out or injured, some dead. When the great hall had calmed down some and the only sounds heard were the panting of the physically exhausted and the sobbing of grieving students, the Death Eaters retreated as cheers of triumph broke out. Ron looked around at Hermoine and Harry and grinned until it faltered slightly.
"Where's Ginny?"
Ginny lifted up her head when the eruption of high-pitched screams reached her ears. These weren't the normal screams of excitement that had been shouted at the ball earlier, but blood curdling screams of terror. Ginny froze her green eyes now wide in disbelief and fear. A low raspy chuckle filtered in her ears chilling her to the bone. Slowly turning her head to the right, Ginny discovered beady yellow eyes gleaming at her behind a thick black silk mask. A gasp escaped through her dusty pink lips as she stared at the black robed Death Eater. Ginny reacted quickly, sending sparks shooting out at the Death Eater with a force powered by anger and fear. The stunning spell hit the Death Eater mid crackle and Ginny took off running down the hall as he slumped to the floor, another Death Eater hot on her heels.
Ginny gasped in air as she ran down the hallway not really sure where she was going now. The glassy tears that had fallen blurred her vision and she just kept running. She heard the pounding of the Death Eater behind her and when the beginning of an incantation sounded from his lips she dove to the floor. Bright red sparks flew past her over her head and hit the wall in front of her in a burst of bright lights. Ginny rolled on the floor and cursed the fact that she was in a big puffy skirt. Getting to her feet, Ginny continued to run and cast a spell to change her costume back to her regular robes. Ginny felt her energy dying but she continued to run, forcing her legs to keep pumping.
She groaned in pain when she ran into a hard body. Hands clenched her arms in an iron tight grip and Ginny squirmed trying to get out of the grasp. Mocking laughing rang in her ears as she struggled. Ginny looked up into a pair of cold gray eyes and her world went dark as pain exploded in her head.
Draco stormed through the halls of Hogwarts never deterring from his direction. All emotion had been buried inside except for one, rage. He didn't want to feel, didn't want to remember. His boots hit the stone floor hard, his anger embedded in each step. Draco found himself in front of the large oak doors that were the entrance to Hogwarts castle. Pushing hard, Draco opened the doors and was greeted by roaring thunder and flashes of lightning. The sky had taken a deep green haze and black clouds were gathering overhead. Draco walked stiffly down the steps of the castle not even wincing as the icy rain drove down on him, stinging his skin through his robes. Purple and white flashes of lightning lit up the sky all around him, illuminating his dark towering frame as he forged through the storm. Draco continued until he reached the end of the property of Hogwarts and in the blink of an eye, apparated.
When he reappeared seconds later, Draco was in a dark room lit with only a few burning flames that surrounded the entire room. The faint light cast an eerie glow on the occupants in the room. Tall, dark frames lingered in a semi circle before him, their heads bowed before one proudly standing figure. Draco's robes rustled in the draft in the room alerting the others to his presence. One of the figures stepped away from the circle as the rest shifted over a space.
"Welcome my son. Take your place among us. The time of the Dark Lord's rise has come." The soft melodious voice drifted into his ear as his father raised a hand and beckoned Draco to him.
Draco moved towards the half circle, his shoes barely making a sound now against the floor as he walked languidly. He reached the circle with his head held high and accepted the black hooded robe handed to him as he took his place next to his father. Draco slipped on the robe feeling the cool silk fabric slide against his skin like the smooth texture of a snake. Once outfitted, Draco moved away from the group towards the center of the semi circle and came to stand before the Dark Lord himself. Bowing his head slightly, Draco dropped to his knees and bowed completely before Voldemort.
"I give you my life in service. Command me, Master. Long live Lord Voldemort."
Hey look it's the chapter with the ball! I finally wrote it! I'm sorry if it's not what you imaged and you expecting this grand scene with her and Draco and stuff. I liked it though and I really hope you did too. Please review! I really want to know how you liked this chapter because it's one of my favorites!
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